Pentecost
Alice Edge • May 29, 2020
John 20:19-23

John 20:19-23
Every year that I’ve heard a sermon on Pentecost, it’s been from the Acts passage that talks about the tongues of fire falling on the heads of the disciples, and from that they are filled with the Holy Spirit, evident by different giftings they receive. And while I love this passage, this week I discovered (thanks to the Lectionary) a different telling of Pentecost that we read in John’s Gospel. Jesus appears to his disciples after his resurrection, meets them in a locked room, and breathes the Holy Spirit into them. We talked about this passage a few weeks ago regarding Thomas, but this Holy Spirit moment is something that until this week I have tended to skim over, and not really take into consideration as a Pentecost moment.
And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.”
I love this imagery of Jesus breathing the Holy Spirit into his disciples, and while I struggle to really picture what that looks like practically, the idea of the Holy Spirit becoming the air they breathe, filling their lungs, inhabiting their blood stream, is something I love. But this idea of the breath of God in human beings isn’t a new one. If we look back on the Creation narrative in Genesis 2, we see a similar thing happening. We read that God creates the world and everything in it, and then God gets to the creation of humans. In verse 7 of chapter 2, it says,
Then the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person.
This moment in the locked room where Jesus breathes the Holy Spirit into the lungs of the disciples mirrors what happened in that moment of Creation where God breathes life into Adam. The breath of God gives life to humans, both at the point of Creation and at Pentecost. In this action, Jesus finds completion in restoring humanity back to the perfection found in Creation. The disciples in that room literally become the new creation of God, redeemed through their belief in God the Father, YAHWEH, their close relationship with Jesus, and filled with the Holy Spirit. In that little, locked room after the resurrection of Jesus, filled with fear and confusion and sadness and pain and with a grim forecast for the future, the disciples experience the fullness of the Trinity. The fullness of the Trinity experienced there that day, whether they could recognise it for what it was or not, led to healing and wholeness and hope. It didn’t fix the troubles that were to come, but it gave them peace in the moment of hardship.
But Jesus doesn’t just leave it there. The indwelling of the Holy Spirit in their lives led to them being a sent people. This wasn’t just something that was for them as a private, exclusive moment with Jesus that was never to be spoken about again. Jesus says in verse 21, As the Father has sent me, so I am sending you. We see this sending moment, this call to something bigger, something more than that moment in the room, echoed in the Acts Pentecost story, where the disciples, after being filled with the Holy Spirit, can do nothing but tell other people about the Jesus they know as God.
What I love most, though, is that between the two stories of Pentecost, the disciples are given all they need to succeed in this mission, in this sending out.
In the John telling, they have each other for companionship. They have one another to encourage them, to build them up, to work as a team. But they also have a shared experience of God. While each one of them probably understood it a bit differently, they were all in that room that day, and could account to one another what happened, and find strength in that when times became hard. And that isn’t something to take lightly, whether it’s them or us. There is so much importance in finding people to go on the journey with us, people who have shared faith experiences, that can remind us of those moments and vouch for them when we start to get wobbly or when times get really tough.
In the Acts telling, the disciples are given different gifts by the Holy Spirit according to what they needed for their individual ministries to be effective. What they needed in those moments were the ability to speak different languages to be able to communicate to different people groups. They were given visions and dreams and the ability to prophesy, all of which spoke the truth about Jesus to those who were able to listen.
Maybe today our gifts look a little different. Maybe we don’t need to be able to speak in different languages to get the truth of Jesus across, but instead we’re given a deep compassion for those who are suffering, or a gift for studying to be able to advocate for the most vulnerable in our community, or we are able to work effectively with kids or young people or old people or anyone in between, or a heap of free time and energy to serve in different ways that other people can’t, or the ability and love of cooking or cleaning or writing letters or seeing people that might otherwise fall through the cracks.
But all of this starts with a breath. The breath of life as the Holy Spirit given through our relationship with Jesus. This breath that fills our lungs, the breath that we probably don’t even think about on a second-by-second moment because breathing is so second nature to us.
So, this Pentecost, I encourage you to think firstly about the breath of God in your life. What does this mean for you? How do you experience it? How does it give you life? And as an extension of that, what is God sending you to do? What giftings do you have that mean you can spread the truth of Jesus and who Jesus is in your own special, unique way? What does this Pentecost mean for you?
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Sermons For The Moment

This is an interesting Psalm – another psalm of ascent. We spoke about these Psalms of Ascent a few weeks ago. They were songs the Jewish people sang as they made their way to Jerusalem to go to the temple, through the forest, along the tracks, camping by the roads. And I believe songs like this kept them focussed and kept their spirits up. I can imagine days of walking together, tiring, boring, hot and dusty. And singing some of these Psalms keep them focussed on the faithfulness of God. Much better then eye spy for the kids. Journeys are not all their cracked up to be even if the destination is worth it. As you know, when I was growing up we always holidayed at Bawley Point past Ulladulla, and in those days it was about a 4 hour drive from Sydney. We always left later than we meant to…and the last 20 mins was on a dirt road. One year when I was probably about 4 years old it was dark by the time we got to the dirt road, and half way along the dirt road, was a dodgy wooden bridge over a river. I think part of the bridge had been damaged and we had to wait a bit in the pitch black darkness before we could proceed. Dad was out with a torch ensuring the bridge was safe to drive on and mum and us 4 kids were sitting in the darkness – no street lights, no moonlight. Of course, you might be able to guess what I said to mum in that car, with fearful crying…you’ve probably heard it from kids before. I said ‘I want to go home’. Mum said to me, ‘we can’t go home Robyn, we’re almost there’. In truth, after the bridge we had the last 10 minutes of a 4 hours journey left. We safely crossed the bridge and we were OK. But I remember it. I remember the feeling of being scarred in the darkness. I remember not liking this journey at all. Even though I always loved the destination. Well this psalm celebrates the end of the journey and the arrival at the destination. Psalm 126:1-3, “When the Lord brought back his exiles to Jerusalem, it was like a dream! We were filled with laughter, and we sang for joy. And the other nations said, “What amazing things the Lord has done for them.” Yes, the Lord has done amazing things for us! What joy!” Before we can understand the laughter and joy of the Israelites, we have to understand their journey. This Psalm looks back to when they arrived back in Jerusalem after 70 long years in Babylon. The captives had experienced great sorrow and mourning in exile. We read these heartbreaking words in Psalm 137: “Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept as we thought of Jerusalem. We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees. For our captors demanded a song from us. Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn: “Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!” But how can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a pagan land?” (Psalm 137:1-4). Their tormentors demanded they sing joyfully, but they were like – that’s impossible, it doesn’t come from our heart. So they just sat by the waters of Babylon and wept. But now by an amazing work of God they were suddenly back in Jerusalem. And so their joy came from their heart. The wait was over, the journey was complete. “We were filled with laughter, and we sang for joy.” The journey is the hard bit though isn’t it? I was reminded of this, this week. An Officer couple I was speaking to, said that their teenager said some very hurtful things to them. Stuff like, ‘you make my life worse’. As they spoke to me, I did very little but listen and pray with them. They do have other supports in their life as well, already seeing a psychologist. But what I was thinking in my head as they were speaking was ‘oh the teenage years, I’d forgotten them’. Though we have 2 wonderful young adults in P and K, they were times when it was more than tense. K wears her heart on her sleeve, and to this day apologises for some of the things she said to me. And P, you wouldn’t know what he was thinking, and then all of a sudden all his thoughts and feelings for the last 3 years would come out like molten lava everywhere. A few days later I checked in to see how the couple and their teenager were going. I mentioned in passing about teenage years and very briefly about our experiences. I didn’t want to make it all about me. But I said teenage years can be painful and those years can really hurt everyone in the family. Teenager included. They know that we have a good relationship with P and K and they said to me, you know, this is helpful. It gives us hope. I was like, yep, this too shall pass. Because when you’re in the midst of the journey of pain and sorrow, you sometimes wonder if there’s light at the end of the tunnel. If you’ll laugh again or experience joy again. You begin to wonder, “Is this all that God has for me? Will I ever be happy again?” And here’s the promise in Psalm 126:4-6, “Restore our fortunes, Lord, as streams renew the desert. Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy. They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest.” When you are going through a time of deep sorrow, Psalm 126 is strong medicine for your soul. It carries a powerful message of hope. It tells you that times of trouble and sorrow do not last. It tells you that God will turn your sorrow to joy and your tears to laughter. If you are going through a challenging time right now, I pray that this psalm will speak to your heart this morning. Let me tell you right up front, whatever you’re going through, it will get better. God will change your tears to joy. This week I found something I wrote about 10 years ago. I had written it on a piece of paper and there was a whole reflection about my life. At the time we had my mum living with us, she had dementia, and mostly I remember the good times and the fun times with her. I was also the Corps Officer at Glebe and Bob was the manager at William Booth House. After a page of writing I had written something like this “I’m often anxious, I’m usually stressed, I have eczema on my eyelids and ulcers in my mouth. I always feel pressed.” I went out to Bob in the lounge room and I’m like, ‘oh my goodness, eczema on my eyelids and ulcers in my mouth’, often anxious, usually stressed. The thing is, my life feels a long way from that now, and I’d forgotten what that part of my journey felt like. I’m sure when I was there I couldn’t look ahead and see a time of joy…but the truth is that “Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy. They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest.” This too shall pass. ‘Yes, the Lord has done amazing things for us!’ says verse 3. God is faithful – he does the healing, the restoring, he brings the streams in the desert that renews and brings fruitfulness. I don’t need to tell you – it takes time. Today, I’m praying for a work of healing in your life, a gradual restoration of joy, of laughter. Like me as a kid, sometimes we don’t like parts of this journey at all. Even though we know our destination is good. And ultimately, we have a destination like no other and that’s the promise of God. A home in heaven made possible through Jesus. May God bless you this week as you look to Him, listen to Him, find your hope in Him and find courage and healing in your journey.